1. Multi national companies had their back room operations here in Philippines. Multinational companies such as Dell, Hewlet-Packard, Motorola, General Motors to name a few had existing contact centers here in the country.
2. Large international financial institution such as JP Morgan Chase Bank and HSBC has chosen Philippines to be their offshore location.
3. Attrition rates in key locations such as Manila and Cebu, are gradually increasing for specific skills and middle managers.
4. The Philippines has a good labor pool that is scalable at low cost. Country’s labor cost is much lower than India, and wage inflation and attrition ratios are lower.
5. The Philippine government is conduit in making the country suitable for outsourcing. Tax incentives and exemptions were given to augment the needs of the industry.
6. Cultural affinity.
7. The Philippines is the third largest English speaking nation in the world. Aside from English spoken language, Filipinos are also knowledgeable when it comes to Spanish language. The country can also serve the Hispanic communities around the world.
8. Philippines have a clear edge over all its offshore contenders due to its high end telecommunications infrastructure. Philippines do not encounter the “last mile” issues exist in India because the massive build up of trans-pacific communication with a significant amount of voice/data communication bandwidth available plus the effort of local telecommunications company in establishing digital connectivity throughout the country.
9. Filipinos were taught to have a neutral accent which is essential in doing business with American customers.
10. Many studies and research done by different international research groups proved that Philippines is the best destination to outsource business because of its people, culture and infrastructure.
Friday, September 26, 2008
The Psychomotor Domain
The psychomotor domain has received much less emphasis than either the cognitive or affective domains. Also, fewer persons have worked on delineating it. Anita J. Harrow has, however, developed a psychomotor taxonomy with several categories:
1. Reflex movements. Objectives at this level include (1) segmental reflexes (involving one spinal segment) and (2) intersegmental reflexes (involving more than one spinal segment). Example: After engaging in this activity, the student will be able to contact a muscle
2. Fundamental movements. Objectives in this category address behaviors related to (1) walking, (2) running, (3) jumping, (4) pushing, (5) pulling, and (6) manipulating. Example: The student will be able to jump over a 2-foot hurdle.
3. Perceptual abilities. Objectives in this division address (1) kinesthetic, (2) visual, (3) auditory, (4) tactile, and (5) coordination abilities. Example: The student will categorize by shape a group of building blocks.
4. Physical abilities. Objectives included at this level are related to (1) endurance, (2) strength, (3) flexibility, (4) agility, (5) reaction-response time, and (6) dexterity. Example: The student will do at least five pushups more at the end of the year.
5. Skilled Movements. Objectives at this level of the domain are concerned with (1) games, (2) sports, (3) dances, and (4) the arts.
Example: The student can correctly perform a series of somersaults.
6. Nondiscursive Communication. Objectives at this final level of the taxonomy relate to expressive movement through (1) posture, (2) estures, (3) facial expressions, and (4) creative movements.
Example: The student will be able to create his or her own movement sequence and perform it to music
Greje Abangan
Memoirs of
Greje
By: Greje R. Abangan
Chapter I: I am Greje.
ever wonder why it’s my name? Ever thought of it as a word coming from a foreign language? Ever thought of it as just a name never have ever been thought before?
I hate it when people mispronounce my name. I really hate it when they say it in the olden time folk’s way. It seems that I become older by 50 years every time they mispronounce it.
Oh well, there is nothing with my name to messed up with it’s just too unique to be mispronounced. Even me, myself mispronounce my name. Ha, I may laugh that bad at times but it is the truth have to live with. It’s already written in my name. Well, should I be thankful of its uniqueness? Should I hate it and Appeal for a new name? Well, it won’t be necessary anymore. Economically speaking I shouldn’t be. The court procedures might leave me broke.
I don’t want to change my name anymore, but as time goes by my friends, classmates, and some others would attempt to give me some nicknames. Though they suck at times, I still accept them. I do respond when they call me Paul. “Hey Paul, what’s up?” they would occasionally say. I would just look at them and smile saying, “I’m just fine”.
Paul is very far from the name that I should be using. But they are used to it and are really using it very comfortably. I really do recommend them to use my real name, so they tried altering the way they call me. They omitted the last syllable of my name and call me Grej /Gredz/. Well, it had been fine with me. I’m getting used to it anyway.
Oh, so much for my name. It’s not the issue here. Well, could I just ask myself why I am writing this awful story of mine? Sigh, you might say that I may be pathetic after reading this. It might also be so dramatic. Please bear with me. These stories will just be accounting what I feel about this world I am into from the awakening of my thoughts, from the day I started to be talkative and a lot more. They are all about me and all about everything I do. I’m writing these accounts to everyone who would want to read these for them to understand me. Why I have been acting this way and what I want to be In the near future. Feel free to give me your comments and more after reading this. May you enjoy this little story of mine, and please whatever you may read from these stories please don’t share this with other people. It is just between you and me. Of course you can share some of them to your friends. But as much as possible Keep it SECRET.
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Chapter II: The Decision
may not be here today to tell you how blessed I am. I may not be the person whom you’d be talking with now. I won’t be the person whom you are irritated right now. I won’t be the person whom you know today--- whom you’re angry at, whom you’d be annoyed with. These things won’t happen to you or to me if I didn’t take the path that I have chosen today.
I have been here for 18 years and 6 months now. I have been into the worst that life can offer. I really don’t understand why I should be taking such bad experience. I wonder why people should undergo such a hard time doing something when you can have it all in a different way.
My father used to tell me stories about how they have overcome the challenges when they were just starting to have their own family. They used to tell me about how they managed to have a family with just 50 pesos on their pocket. They were not that prepared when they started a family. They weren’t that good as well. My father finished college, yet he did not have job. I would blame him for this because he didn’t perform well. My mother on the other hand finished two years of college. They hand in hand helped each other to have a family. They used to tell me about the products that they cook. The sagmani, a type of kakanin common in the province, had been their way of surviving the hardships in life. My mother prepares them while my father sells them to our neighbors. If they happen to sell all of their products, the money will be used to buy the food, but if they won’t be able to sell all, the remaining kakanin shall serve as their food for the rest of the day.
During rainy days of their lives they were together. In good and bad times they were happy. The happiness inside their house got even better when they had a child. It was the decision that they have lived with. For me it has been one of the best decisions they have ever thought of.
TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Chapter III: September 29, 1989
and so it was. On September 29,1989, a baby boy was blessed upon Bernardo M. Abangan and Gloria R. Abangan. They were all pleased to welcome this little baby boy to the world. Gloria was probably exhausted when she brought him into this world. He might have been laboring for about an hour or two by then, but all of these efforts were covered by the joy when they finally see their son crying right before their very eye. It had been six months of care and anxiety, now they finally see themselves having a baby.
They raised their child with dignity. They trained him to be God-fearing and loving person. They did what they can just to bring him into the world with guidance.
Two years after, all rejoiced as another member of the family has been born. September 29, 1991. The birth of the second child and the birthday celebration of their eldest came. It was a good day for all of us. It’s a double celebration according to them.
The number 9 and my favorite numbers have been so helpful to me in everyway. In basketball and other athletic meets I always use my birth day as a number behind my shirt. It is also important for me to remember them because they are the numbers that I always use in my accounts and some password IDs. Truly number 29 will always be with me till the day that I die.
Now everytime this date passes by there remains a memorable part of it each year and they will always be a part of everything I am. From this day forward. 09.29.89 has been the numbers that I always use in some transactions that I make. They are easy to remember, and above all they are very much close to my heart. Maybe someday they will be the numbers that will win the jackpot at the Lottery, so what are you waiting for? Come and bet now. I’m just kidding.
Chapter IV: I am Greje
une, 1995, it was my first day in school. I never thought of anything that could have happen then. Yes, I know how to write and a lot of my ABC. I already know about the shapes and sizes and many different things, but I don’t even know how to speak with other people. I was so ashamed of myself. Oh, what a shy type of person I was then. I wonder how I’ve survived that day?
The day started with me being introduced by our teacher in front of the class. I am in front of different faces. I don’t know them at all. I wonder why I should be with them. I really don’t know how everyone thinks about me. I don’t know if they like me or what. All I know is that I am Greje. That is the only phrase I remember coming out of my mouth on that day. My parents have injected me some thoughts that would excite me just to fill me with enthusiasm to join the school. I think they have done it well, but the real results came into play when I finally stepped inside the room. The enthusiasm had suddenly turned into anxiety. I probably have slipped my tongue and forgot to think about other things except for my name.
My name has always been an issue. When we started to write our names and practice writing all those all headings we have to write before the exams, I have aced with it for my name was too short compared to my classmates. We wrote all those monotonous headings for about an hour or two. It was really so exhausting. I think I had my fingers fractured due to that exercise. It was so pain staking.
Our teacher Mrs. Joy was so glad to give us a lot of new things to discover. She was equally good in teaching. I learned a lot from her. GMRC has been the subject right after the flag ceremony. After which English, my favorite subject, will follow. Mathematics will soon be thought about when recess wraps up. Science has been the signal that the morning session is about to end and we will be going home in a few minutes. The parents would finally be there to fetch my classmates. What a beautiful sight. I was just so contented watching my classmates being fetched one by one. And afterwards, I would go home walking or ridden by a tricycle.
In the afternoon, Filipino and Sibika at Kultura will be the subjects. After these subjects, the whole day of school ends with the announcement of the sweepers. I would always raise my hand to read who’s in the list for the day. I’m assigned on Monday. And after these events end, A common sight of parents fetching their children would fill me with envy. I couldn’t help it but to be happy for what I can see that is happening to my classmates. My heart breaks into pieces when I try to walk away from our room seeing a lot of them happy, a child kissing her mother on the left, a child running to her father, a smile welcoming them. What a happy sight. It breaks me in two when that single moment of my life it was really rare for me to have such opportunity.
I seldom ask myself is this really Greje? Am I Greje? It has been the greatest question I have ever thought of. Who am I? Who will I be?
Chapter V: You’re an Honor student? And so...?
inishing my first grade elementary was quite good. My inhibitions have been covered up by the fact that I learned about my potentials. I rarely hear about the good things that I have done. There had been zero appreciation for every accomplishment that I make. It has been understatement of me that I should live without being noticed.
My father had been converted to a new religion. They were born again, according to a tag line. I was in 2nd grade that time. From the very beginning this tag line entered into my senses, persecutions had been usual. People did not accept the fact that I am a member of that certain congregation. I wished for their happiness and success while they curse me to die. I prayed for their forgiveness while they pushes me and laughed at me. I shared words of wisdom and friendship with them when they don’t accept it. It was a nice change. This was the reality then. The right to have freedom in religion was underscored by the prejudice people have in their minds. Well, it had been the case from then on.
The whole family have been in the religion and we are happy to be in it. Even my grandmother who had been a strong catholic fanatic then had also change. My grandmother would even try to go to our local church even if she feels bad about her health. She tried many kinds of alternative medicine just to cure her sickness but nothing seems to give her the results she wanted. My grandmother had been my inspiration through and through. Even though we haven’t talked that much I really can’t forget her. I often disregard her because of her age. I remember the times when I always step on her beautifully made up toe nails. She would call me in her slow, deep, harsh voice, “Greje”. She often tells me about the way the lived in the past.
A bright same old, typical morning welcomed me that day. The sun was shining bright. All seems to be right. I didn’t notice my mother’s voice right inside that room that used to ignore. What I did notice is the cold wind coming out from that room. It seems to hug me like someone I know before. It made me so tensed that I couldn’t move my feet to trod on that certain direction where I heard the voice of a weeping lady. It was too late for me to know that sad news. I gently trod my feet towards that room and a vivid picture of an old lady lying in her bed with no life struck me. I don’t what to do that time. I didn’t know what emotion I should act that moment. I don’t know if I should cry or what. All the picture tells me is the fact that the person whom I’m annoyed with had been gone for good.
Several days passed, varied things have come into play. The whole house was filled with a lot of people visiting the corpse of my lola. Then I had the opportunity of meeting a lot of people from different parts of the country. My relatives from
When my grand mother was buried, all of the memories have come back. They all reminded me of the old person whom I was annoyed with. Then a realization told me that we remember the value of the person when he or she is already gone.
I was a bout to finish my second grade when these events have happened. The school year was about to end. The teacher announced who were in the top ten of the class. Our teacher told me that I was on top of it. I was so excited to go home and tell my parents about it. I was running for joy as I come home. The whole room was so dark. On a table is my father doing something. My mother was in the kitchen cooking our meal. I greeted them good morning showed them my card. As if unnoticed they continued doing what they were doing before I came home. I left the card let on the table. I was about to tell them about the news when our neighbor who was then a teacher at our school came. “Oh, Greje is such a brilliant boy he is the first honor on the list. She showed the program of activities to them.” says our neighbor. “Oh, you should be ready for tomorrow”, she added. My mother got excited about it and cheered me up.
When we were about to go to our school trouble came. An argument about me has sprout out. My father didn’t like me getting the honor. It was my perception when he told me those words saying, “Pa-honor honor man hine…..” I was so disappointed about it. It broke my heart in two. I don’t know if it was my fault to earn an honor. I am not even sure if I should be happy about it. Will I think for it as a complement? Or a liability?
From that day on, I started to make it as a challenge. I started earning honors from grade 2 till grade 6.
When I reached grade six, I was third honors for the whole batch. It has been a great competition as we competing with people from a Special class. I was the only person coming from a regular class outside the special program but I aced all of the challenges and all of them were shocked to know that someone coming from a regular class would come out to be an honor student.
The following tells you about my years in elementary:
| Grade | Section | Honors |
| 1 | 5 | None |
| 2 | 4 | First honors |
| 3 | 3 | Second honors |
| 4 | SPED C | First Honors |
| 5 | SPED B (Section 1) | First Honors |
| 6 | SPED A | Third Honors |
Chapter VI: High School Life
s I finish elementary, a new challenge has posed against me. I tried my very best to go to good school. I didn’t have the chance to review for the Philippine science exam so more or less I flunked it. Two major school shave been so influential to everyone in our town: The Samar national School and
First day of school came. I happened to know about everyone. I did not have someone to be with that time. I have nobody close to me. High School was so hard for me as I have nobody to be with. I always walk alone. I always go to the library and read some books. I go with the regular norms and conduct with the school but I don’t have anybody with me to stay and be a true friend. Most of the people surrounding me were not real. Most of the time, I am alone. People don’t understand me because no one seems to give me a chance to be with them. I felt that I should be with them and help the group but no one would let me belong to group.
I never felt the sense of belongingness and the heart of being a person with friends surrounding you. I never had of the feeling of being loved and to love. The usual high school teenage boy life has not happened to me. Bullying was the regular load. They consider me a teacher’s pet because I am close with my teachers. I learned a lot of things from experience: Experiences of being deprived, experiences of being forgotten when a blessing is being distributed. I really know how much value it is to be in the top. You are the person being asked by your classmates when a difficult question is being asked; you are the person to be with when difficult assignments are being given; they would want to sit beside you when exams are being given; and you will be the person to be annoyed with when you top the exams because of competition. That’s the best high school life ever. A lot of competition is happening. The whole place is on fire when a task is being done. You will be admired by others. The same number or more shall be annoyed at you when you did better than they can. Everyday is a hell of a fight.
Every year you are the person to be watched at. They would expect you to be on the top. They expect you to be an honor student once again. They would be admiring you for those things that you can do.
Science has been the monopoly that I consider the best that I can perform with. I always make it a point that I will top the exams and I will expect to have the best grade in the class. When ever the grades are given away, I would always expect the same. Chemistry is one of the reasons I did not perform well with the rest of high school. I performed well with it and did well. I was so disappointed to know that after all the efforts I have done for the subject I would earn the grade that I did not expect. As revenge, I did not take the challenge anymore. I cut classes and started to slack around. I was so rebellious that time.
I am not the only one who did something bad about our chemistry teacher, there had also been someone even before who rallied against his unfair way of grading. What I did was just a part of the way my classmate did.
Chapter VII: Eighty Five
hate number 85. It really is the grade that I have to maintain all the time. Since high school, my teachers would challenge me to maintain that grade. It’s the least that we should have in every subject. Once we already have it, we can no longer have the chance to receive the honors. It really is so difficult to attain. Everyone would work hard just to refrain from getting that grade. Well, I never did get that certain grade. I worked hard for me not to get them.
One of my favorite subjects is History. I always memorize and comprehend each and every word that the book would suggest. I always top in our exams in history. I never thought that I would have such grade in that subject. For me it’s the easiest subject. Nevertheless it is the most ignored subject of all. I never thought that I will have a problem with it. Our teacher then was so strict. Our attendance, attitude, and other assignments were strictly marked. It wasn’t a treat at all for me.
Our professor at the end of the first quarter told me that I had 84 in my card. I won’t be included in the list of honors therefore. I was so disappointed. I couldn’t believe I’m already out of the list. Out of depression, I did not work well on my subjects. I was so fed up and found no purpose of studying for there will be no rewards to be given anymore.
It was too late of me to know that it wasn’t the grade that was recorded on my card. I have to recover all my dignity and therefore study well. At the end of the semester, I did well. I topped the exams. I learned a lesson on a hard way. It was too late for me but I did my best. It is where I started to be mindful of my actions. Now, I don’t belittle my other subjects.
Now I really love number 85. I still have to maintain the same grade with my college GPA. I really have to. It is my scholarship that is at stake, so work very hard just to attain this goal.
Chapter VIII: High School Graduation
ressed in white clothes, holding a mortar on my left hand, we fall in line. I was with my old shoes. The ribbon on my clothes were dangling as if they were about to fall. People started to crowd. Parents of my classmates started to fall in line too. They were all happy. My classmates posed for shots. Sparkle of glitters shine on their faces as their faces were covered by make up. The whole atmosphere was filled with the spirit of no ending joy.
I was on the second row at the second column. On my line are my classmates arranged in alphabetical order. My classmates are with their parents. As the music of the famous theme for graduation fills the air, students started to walk in front towards the gym. It was so painful to me while my classmates walk through the isle of the gym with their parents. I was the only one who walked without anyone to accompany me.
We sat in front of the stage. Knowing that after all of this ceremony, we are officially off the campus, the contract between SSU and the students would finally end. After this event we are no longer the responsibility of our school. I started to cry when the theme have finished playing. The whole atmosphere has been colder than even before.
Our advisor started to whisper some words into my mouth to ask me if my parent is within the crowd. I started to look from left to right. I couldn’t find anyone of my parents. When my name was called by the mater of ceremonies, I stood up, looked as if I was trying to find someone, and found someone standing behind the throng of women. I went up the stage and wait for a medal to be wrapped around my neck. I was so glad to have the medal, though I wasn’t in with the honors no one had ever surpassed my award in Science. I am really happy about it. I was so proud of it.
As the ceremonies end, the question of what ifs played into my mind. What if I studied well/ what if I did not experience prejudice? What if I was the person that I used to be? What if I did not slack? What if I wasn’t rebellious? Will I be wearing more than one medal? Will I be happier? All have been a question of what ifs.
Epilogue
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These accounts about myself are just a portion of what I really want to share with you. I want to share more stories about myself and how I feel about the events that have shaped me but time is really rare for me to spare with. Maybe for the next few years I will be able to develop more them into writing. Only time will tell. For now this will be the account of who I am, The memoirs of being me, the memoirs of being Greje.
Greje R. Abangan
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Mga Tagalog Pic-Up Line
1. Minamalat na naman ang puso ko...
++ Paano kasi, laging sinisigaw ang pangalan mo.
2. Ikaw ba may-ari ng Crayola?
++ Ikaw kasi nagbibigay ng kulay sa buhay ko.
3. Uy papicture tayo!
++ Para ma-develop tayo!
4. Kung ikaw ay bola at ako ang player, mashushoot ba kita?
++ Hindi, para lagi kita mamimiss.
5. Can i take your picture?
++ Coz i want to show Santa exactly what i want for Christmas!
6. Exam ka ba?
++ Gustong gusto na kasi kitang i-take home eh!
7. Lecture mo ba ako?
++ Lab kasi kita.
8. Centrum ka ba?
++ Kasi you make my life complete!
9. Miss pwede ba kita maging driver?
++ Para ikaw na magpapatakbo ng buhay ko.
10. Mahilig ka ba sa asukal?
++ Ang tamis kasi ng mga ngiti mo.
11. Pinaglihi ka ba sa keyboard?
++ Kasi type kita.
12. I hate to say this but... You are like my underwear.
++ Coz i can't last a day without you!
13. Ibibili kita ng salbabida.
++ Kasi malulunod ka sa pagmamahal ko.
14. Pwede ba kitang maging sidecar?
++ Single kasi ako eh.
15.Me lisensya ka ba?
++ Coz you're driving me crazy eh.
16. May kilala ka bang gumagawa ng relo?
++ May sira ata relo ko.. pag ikaw kasi 
kasama ko, humihinto ang oras ko.
17. Grabe nakakatawa yung mga pick-up lines noh? hahaha! May alam ka pa bang iba? Wala na akong maisip eh.
++ Coz all i ever think of is you.
18. I'm a bee.
++ Can you be my honey?
19. Nakakatakot di ba ang multo?
++ Pero mas nakakatakot kapag nawala ka sa buhay ko.
20. Am i a bad shooter?
++ Coz i keep on missing you.
22. Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight?
++ Oh gusto mong dumaan ulit ako?
23. Mabilis ka siguro sa mga puzzle noh?
++ Kasi kakasimula pa lang ng araw ko, pero nabuo mo na agad.
24. Excuse me.. Are you a dictionary?
++ Because you give meaning to my life.
25. Bangin ka ba?
++ Nahuhulog kasi ako sa'yo.
26. Pustiso ka ba?
++ Kasi, can't smile without you.
27. Pagod na pagod ka na noh?
++ Maghapon kana kasing tumatakbo sa isipan ko eh.
28. Me butas ba puso mo?
++ Kasi natrap na ako sa loob, can't find my way out!
29. Anung height mo?
++ Ha? Pano ka nagkasya sa loob ng puso ko.
30. Hey, did you fart?
++ Coz you blew me away!
31. Sana "T" na lang ako.
++ Para I'm always right next to "U"
32. Are you Jamaican?
++ Kasi Ja-maican me crazy!
33. Hindi tayo tao.. Hindi tayo hayop.
++ BAGAY tayo. BAGAY talaga tayo.
34. Ako ay isang exam.
++ Kaya sagutin mo na ako.
35. Favorite Subject mo ba Geometry.
++ Kasi kahit saang angle ka tignan ang ganda mo eh!
Kim, Hans & Pau
Hey guys, it's a nice start for a new blog. I have just started to work on a new software from google apps. This so called PICASA, a software for editting and beautifying pictures from google made its way to my attention as I come my way to sign-up for a new gmail account. There many tools inside the package of joining the opensourced idea of softwares on trial for web users. I have tried picaso or should I say picasa and now I do have a picture developed. It is not that advance as the so called adobe photoshop but this thing is quite so fair enough for a free software. I have tried it I think you should try it as well.There are many software availble from google apps. These software are opensourced meaning they are free and you can even enjoy many others too as long as you have a large chunk of free space on your harddrive.. So guys, that is for today. have a nice day!
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